Scripture Verse

He shall gather the lambs with His arm, and carry them in His bosom. Isaiah 40:11

Introduction

Words: George Birds­eye, 1885.

Music: Will­iam A. Pen­no (🔊 pdf nwc). Some hym­nals give the com­pos­er as Will­iam A. Hunt­ley, Pen­no’s pseu­do­nym.

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Birds­eye (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

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William A. Penno, Jr.
(1843–1929)

Lyrics

Raise me, Jesus, to Thy bosom,
From this world of sin and woes;
Let me feel Thine arms around me,
Then my soul may know repose.
I am weary with my burden,
And I come to Thee for rest;
Kneeling at Thy feet, I pray Thee,
Lift me, Jesus, to Thy breast.

Refrain

Raise me, Jesus, to Thy bosom,
From this world of sin and woes;
Let me feel Thine arms around me,
Then my soul may know repose.

Raise me, Jesus, to Thy bosom,
For my heart is slave to fear,
That will vanish as a shadow,
When it feels Thy presence near.
In my anguish deign to hear me
All my sin and grief confess;
By the promise Thou hast given,
Lift me, Jesus, to Thy breast.

Refrain

Raise me, Jesus, to Thy bosom,
Hear a contrite spirit’s prayer;
Raise me from the sin around me
Ere I yield me to despair.
Oh, I feel that Thou wilt hear me,
And will give me holy rest;
Now I feel Thy glory near me,
Lift me, Jesus, to Thy breast.

Refrain